#pikmin fic

[konata-izumi-kinny-writes]

Can I have Louie from pikmin 2 x reader smut (sorry to bother you)

Ayo no need for apologies friendo! Thanks for the request!

This will be with an AFAB reader bc thats what anatomy i'm used to, i'll change that if you want me to.

Also you're a Kopaiiate (idk if i spelt that right)

A/N: Tbh i was never the biggest fan of Louie but... i can make this work, i bet he could be sweet as your s/o. ^^

(Sorry if its short)

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A few years after the events of Pikmin 3, your boyfriend Louie decided to take you on a space vacation to PNF 404. After seeing you so excited hearing about his adventures with the cute little critters called pikmin, he just couldn't say no to taking you with him.

So here you are now, orbiting around the beautiful green and blue planet speckled with clouds, with your blond headed boyfriend by your side with his hand on your waist.

"Yippee, we made it without crashing this time."

You couldn't help but chuckle at his sarcastic remark, but you agreed. As well as the adorable tales of colorful little plant creatures, you also heard of the vicious creatures that also roam the terrain. Although some of them aren't too intimidating, such as dwarf bulborbs and breadbugs, you really hoped not to run into things like the burrowing snagret or the dreaded water wraith.

To take your mind off the terrors of PNF 404, you think about the savory tastes of Louie's cooking that you love so much, and lucky for you he brought lots of it. You hug Louie, still smelling that scent of fresh cooked food on him.

"Excited for our little getaway, little skitterleaf?"

"Of course!"

"Well then lets give the little fellas a visit."

With that, you landed on the life-filled planet, put on your space suits, and finally met the little pikmin you've been dying to see. After a fun filled day, you're snuggled up in the ship with Louie, staring into the forever ocean called the universe.

He snuggles into your neck and his breath tickles your neck, you roll around and scoot back into Louie, acting as the little spoon. It was relaxing for a while until you felt something against your thigh, you couldn't tell if it was Louie's leg or something else. Part of you hoped it was the latter. To test the waters, you moved around a bit, the groan you got from Louie told you everything.

"You in the mood big guy?"

"Always."

He suddenly rolled you on your back and pinned your arms down, giving you a seductive look before giving you a kiss that you couldn't help but melt into. His hands wandered your body and stopped at the zipper of your pajamas.

"May I?"

"Of course."

He then stripped both you and himself. He then kissed you again, pleasuring your nether region, biting your ear, and grinding himself on your leg. After more foreplay, he got into position, holding you close and his tip at your entrance.

"Ready?"

You nod, then he pushes himself inside. You both moan in pleasure, the initial stretch feeling amazing as ever. He starts moving at a moderate pace, groaning with each thrust into your body. Eventually those groans turn into full blown moans as you both get closer and closer to his climax. He holds onto your hips and kisses you as you both cum.

Louie lays down beside you, holding you close as he rubs your waist and kisses your body.

"You're so beautiful... I love you.."

"Love you too.."

He covers to both of you in a blanket, and you both fall asleep watching the stars. While there is more fun to be had, that can wait, after all you'll be out here all week.

Aight thats all i gots for now. Thanks for the request i appreciate it 🤗

[pikmincorrect]

Piktober belongs to @crazyweirdpickel

Day 28 of Piktober is Eaten

Instead of drawing something, I took all month and wrote an 8k fic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27241408

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The cavern looks warm and welcoming, but a maw can be described as warm and cavernous too.

Or: The Vehemoth Phosbat and the aftermath of its death.

[pikkish-moved]

Sometimes, sometimes, you are struck with an urge to write at one in the morning and you enter a trance that lasts for the next few hours and there's just nothing to be done about it. There is the benefit of being left with a bit of writing, though, which is a good thing.

First Moments of a Second Chance

In which Olimar cannot think the things he finds must be true

The urge to move, to dig was immediate, instinctive, weighing on his mind and body with a force he could not resist. It was time, something told him, it was time and no one else was going to do it for him. Not like he had done for them. This time, this time he had to do it himself.

So, Olimar stretched, pushed, clawed, strained at the dirt that insulated his sleeping place. Not fully aware of why he was there or how he had gotten there, he continued to struggle and dig, driven on by a need he did not understand. All he knew was that he had to get up, get out.

It took time, and effort, and a lot of slowly, slowly wiggling against the tight confines, but eventually, the resistance lessened, and he could feel one hand bursting free of the ground. Soon after came the other, then he was pulling his head and shoulders free, then wearily dragging the rest of his body out of the hole he left behind. Then he collapsed.

For a time, he just laid there, cheek pressed into the ground- the solid surface of dirt beneath him, not the tight, safe cradle that had surrounded him- breathing. It was hard not to just lie there, breathing, sucking in lungfuls of fresh air. The freshest he'd ever breathed, he thought. Cool but not cold, and carrying fresh, unfamiliar smells that brought to mind an abundance of growth, foliage and life, animals crawling through it. 

It was that thought- the wild animals, crawling, hunting, stalking- that snapped some sense of awareness back into Olimar. He could not recall precisely how he had come to be here, his mind was still blanketed in fog, but he knew where he was. The pikmin planet, where wild, hungry animals did indeed stalk about every turn. 

Despite the weariness in his muscles that came from what had to have been several hours of digging, Olimar pushed himself to sit up, making a worried, but still weary, almost weak attempt at searching his surroundings, looking for the hostile beasts that had awoken his consciousness. And it was as he sat up, absent-mindedly brushing away the bits of dirt that had clung to his cheek, that another realization hit him. Suddenly, suddenly, the scanning of his surroundings and the creatures it might reveal faded away to the background, and the action of touching his face very much stopped being absent-minded.

He could touch his face.

He could touch his face.

And trembling, trembling, he did so, fingers shakily pressing against his cheeks, his nose, his mouth and ears. Then, breath quickening, heart pounding, he forced his hands downward, across his chin, jaw, and down his neck, all the way to the collar of his suit where-

Where there was and undeniable lack of a helmet attached to his suit.

For a moment, Olimar's breath lodged itself in his throat, almost as if the air had become a solid object, and he was choking, chest heaving against the tightness in his lungs. 

He wasn't wearing a helmet, and he couldn't breathe.

Then the air was loose again, too loose, like he couldn't quite hold on to it as it slipped through his mouth, rushing in and out of him so fast that it was possible none of it even made it down to his lungs.

He wasn't wearing a helmet, and he couldn't breathe.

Olimar tilted sideways, first supported by his hand against the ground, then his elbow, then he outright collapsed, head once more in the dirt. His pulse rang in his ears, and his vision twisted and wavered, writhing under the darkness creeping inward.

And Olimar pulled in big breaths of air, swallowing and coughing as, lying on his back, hands clawing at the ground, he finally filled his lungs, and found he could breathe. 

He didn't know how, nor why, but he could breathe. He could breathe, he could breathe, he didn't have a helmet but he could breathe, he could breathe, he wasn't dying, he could breathe.

Lying there once more, inhaling the foreign, fresh air, Olimar tried to remember how it had come to this. And slowly, slowly, as he laid there, breathing, the fog began to thin. It didn't lift entirely, there was so much that was still lost in the haze, but he could think. He could remember.

He could see the meteor, as if it had appeared out of nowhere, feel the shudder as it had struck the side of his beloved Dolphin. The panicked struggle to keep his craft aloft, the darkness as his head slammed into the dashboard. And then, then, waking up, waking up for the first time, in a strange, alien world, and finding the onion, and the pikmin…

The pikmin.

As soon as Olimar thought of them, he found himself once again struggling upward. He didn't understand what was going on, how he had gotten here, but the pikmin could help, undoubtedly would help, even if it was merely through the act of being near, a reassuring presence of a hundred small allies, ready to defend him. He had to find the pikmin.

Much to his relief, as he clambered to his feet and turned around, Olimar found the onions, all three, just behind him, with the red one being the closest, almost above him. On shaky legs, he stepped beneath it and called.

And there they were, sliding down on the legs of the onion, a multitude of red pikmin, rushing over to him, surrounding him, reaching out to touch him amid a chorus of chirps and hums, almost as if to say It's okay, it's okay, leader lives, all is okay.

Encompassed by the familiar sight and sound if his little army, Olimar sank to his knees, shuddering with relief. He was still confused, still distraught, but among the pikmin, he felt just a little safer.

The longer Olimar knelt there, the more the pikmin pressed against him, a reassuring weight against this turmoil. All about him were friendly faces, gentle voices, sympathetic gazes, all looking up, up…

As if they were looking to the beacon of his helmet.

But Olimar wasn't wearing a helmet. He didn't really understand it, or even fully accept it, necessarily, but it was something he was aware of. He wasn't wearing a helmet, and he didn't have a beacon antenna for the pikmjn to be looking at. So what…?

Olimar looked up, tried to follow the pikmin's gaze, reached up, and finally found something, thin and delicate in his hand. He pulled it down in front of him, unsure of what to expect, but definitely not expecting the brilliant red flower he found.

For a long moment, Olimar just stared at it, some vague idea he couldn't quite think forming in the back of his head. Slowly, he followed the stem of the flower, and when it slipped out of his vision, he followed it with his hand, sliding it back, downward, and, incomprehensibly, right down to the top of his head.

[pikkish-moved]

Sorry. That's just not possible.

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Louie was not prone to intense displays of emotion, positive or negative. Many things Olimar thought would surprise, excite, or shock the younger Hocotatian were often instead met with a blank, apathetic, or disinterested gaze.

Yet now, Louie's wide eyes, scrunched nose, and parted lips twitched, a million expressions flickering across his face at once. Horror, awe, confusion, shock, wonderment, fear… All leaving Olimar with the distinct impression that this was a result Louie had not anticipated.

And in Louie's defense, Olimar supposed, it was a result no normal person ought to expect. He himself would've been shocked had he not seen it before, and indeed, had been horribly shocked the first time it had happened. 

Attempting words but managing only a senseless babble, Louie gestured helplessly. Eventually, he managed a shaky "why" as he turned to Olimar, tears in his eyes as he searched desperately, furtively for an answer. 

Olimar just shook his head sadly, unable to provide his young crewmate with a clear answer. Instead he just reached out to take Louie by the shoulder and turn him away from the smoldering remains of what was supposed to be a salad.

[pikkish-moved]

prompt suggest for either art or fic: louie and brittany disagreeing over cooking!

How, precisely, they had gotten here, no captain could say. All they knew was that for the past five minutes, the two most stubborn members of the crew had been glaring intently at each other, while the other stood in nervous silence, watching the intense disagreement unfold.

Without breaking eye contact, Louie grabbed a carrot off his side of the counter and thrust it toward the stew pot. And without blinking, Brittany slapped it away, flinging it from his hand.

Alph let out a yelp as the carrot launched toward him, like an orange, earthy dart. He ducked, narrowly avoiding his face becoming the dartboard.

Before Alph had even finished dodging, Brittany was already picking up her own ingredient- a chunk of citrus lump- only to have it rejected from the pot just as furiously by Louie. Across the room, Olimar, who was more than used to sitting in on wild cooking adventures with Louie, barely flinched as the pulpy fruit chunk splattered against the wall mere inches from his head. Instead, he simply sighed and reached up to wipe some of the splattered juice from the back of his head. "Surely, there are easier ways to resolve a dispute of taste," he suggested to the warring factions. "You two don't really intend to spend the whole day slapping food out of each other's hands, right?"

"Only if this idiot," Brittany retorted with a sharp jab in Louie's direction, still not dropping her steely glare, "keeps trying to put vegetables in the soup."

Louie just scoffed, and muttered something derogatory about people who put citrus lump in certain soups. 

Olimar sighed again and reached out to put a hand on Charlie and Alph's shoulders. "Come on, boys, they're likely going to be at it for a while. Let's go get food somewhere else."

[pikkish-moved]

Maybe a short fic about Louies thoughts about Olimar post Titan Dweevil? Like, how he feels about him and wonderin why he’s bein so nice to him maybe? (Loveyouandyourartyouareheckinamazin!!)

Aw, thank you Socks! I'm glad you're enjoying it!

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Louie regarded Olimar with some confusion. The captain, busy cataloging their many treasures before they got back to Hocotate, was oblivious to Louie's furrowed brow and intense stare, but he did twitch an ear in the younger's direction, a slight acknowledgement of Louie's presence as he entered the ship's cargo hold.

Louie made no move to aid the captain's work. He didn't have the head for analyzing ancient relics of a bygone civilization, he'd just get in the way, as he often did. Instead, he leaned back against the wall, folding his arms across his chest. For a long moment, there was silence.

Then Olimar looked up from his hocpad, turning ever so slightly. "Was there something you needed, Louie?" His voice was gentle as always, a genuine question, an offer to help.

Louie's frown deepened, and he looked down at his feet with a noncommittal shrug. Why had he come down here?

"...Okay, then," Olimar hummed softly. "Just let me know if there's anything I can do." Then he was turning back to his work.

Louie was still staring downward, barely registering yet deeply affected by the captain's offer. But there was nothing more Olimar could do. He had already done enough, in both directions. He had brought Louie to the planet, yet helped to shoulder Louie's punishment. He had left Louie behind, yet returned as fast as he could. And he had, unfalteringly, weathered Louie's retaliation, ripping apart his vengeful throne, risked death to drag Louie back from the brink of insanity. 

Yes, Olimar had already done enough.

Louie chewed on his lip. Then, with a sigh, he heaved himself off the wall, and went to join the captain in cataloging the treasures. 

[pikkish-moved]

Sooo has there ever been a time where Louie actually displayed a positive emotion, besides from cooking/ any food related stuff? Maybe Olimar made him laugh or somethin? Idk I just want Louie to be at least content or happy yknow?

I feel like Louie is the sort who really just doesn't emote a lot. Like he could be happy, excited, over the moon ecstatic, but all you would ever see is one of those slight, barely there smiles.

Nonetheless, Olimar is undoubtedly the one most capable of making Louie feel at ease.

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Olimar was talking. Louie knew he should probably be paying attention, but... he just couldn't muster up the energy. Between two caves and a plethora of beasts on the surface, Louie had lost more than a few pikmin, not to mention received his own fair share of a beating. It had been a long day, and he was so, so tired.

And Olimar was still talking.

Louie was trudging along behind the captain as the worked their way back to the ship for the night. Olimar wasn't talking about anything important- at least Louie didn't think so, because normally Olimar would stop, turn back to look at him, reach out with a gentle touch to his shoulder to make sure he was paying attention- but Louie still didn't understand how Olimar had the energy to keep the words flowing. Surely, he was just as tired as Louie, having done the same, if not more work in the day. Yet here he was, carrying on an enthusiastic conversation with the nonresponsive younger Hocotatian, even gesturing a bit to make some point that passed right over Louie's head.

Louie wasn't really paying attention, but even so, Olimar's uncomprehended words had an effect- the desired effect- on Louie. Olimar knew Louie wasn't really listening to the words themselves, but still very much, whether he realized it or not, heard the tone of Olimar's voice. So Olimar kept talking, talking about whatever came to mind, all his thoughts on the treasures they'd found, and what he'd do when they got back to Hocotate, and and his memories of good moments with his family, and anything bright and soft and warm he could think of. He spoke without care, letting his voice rise and fall and wash over the Hocotatian trailing behind him, doing his utter best with his tongue to push back the dark and cling to the fading glimmers of the sunset.

As they drew near to the ship, Olimar paused for a moment and looked over his shoulder. Louie was still looking down at the ground, but there wasn't nearly so much of the weary tension in his face. He didn't process the words olimar spoke, but it was undoubtable that he still felt the gentle care in Olimar's voice, for where before had been a blank stare, there was now the slightest rise of a distant smile.

[pikkish-moved]

Got any like.... Olimar being a hecking dad

Sure thing!

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It was a quiet morning. Still early, the sky just beginning to brighten with faint tints of light, the day was bound to be a good one. At least, that's what Olimar figured, still half asleep, tucked into bed beside his wife. What day to relax at home didn't seem like it wasn't going to be a good one?

Groggy as he was, Olimar didn't register the plap, plap of bare feet on the floor out in the hall, nor the creak of his bedroom door being opened until it was too late. Then, suddenly, a weight was slammed into his gut with a shout as his daughter leaped onto the bed, shouting a good morning. His son was only seconds behind, also quickly crushing Olimar under the weight of his morning's greeting.

Gasping for breath and now very, very much awake, Olimar struggled out from under them and pushed himself to sit upright. And there they were, beaming up at him, happy to see their father home, and more than ready to start the day with him.

Olimar just smiled back, grabbing them both up in a big hug. Yes, today was going to be a good day indeed.